It is in the flow of my life here in West Michigan 8:02 AM Friday. Outside this morning it is sunny and 70 degrees.
I got up this morning around 5:50 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and ate blueberry pancakes for breakfast. I ate my pancakes messing with our main computer.
So it is new day to get ready to go to heaven. Every day is another day to prepare to die.
I plan to go to the grand opening of the reopening of the Goodwill Store here in town. The old Goodwill Store was remodeled and the parking was expanded. I will go to the store to look for used books.
I should mow our lawn today. The lawn needs water, it is turning brown. We need rain here by Lake Michigan.
Not much else to report this morning. I am feeling my old self the last two days, which I am thankful for.
Last night I read my books and went to bed at 10:30 PM. Now it is another day to seek the blood of the New Covenant.
Carol has not called yet. She flies back to Michigan tomorrow. I am suppose to pick her up tomorrow at the Grand Rapids Airport around 3:15 PM.
Well I suppose I will close to wait it out.
" This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh.
 For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.
 But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law.
 Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness,
 Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies,
 Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.
 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
 Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
 And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.
 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.
 Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another." Galatians 5:16-26
It is 11:50 AM late Friday morning. I went to the grand opening of the remodeled Goodwill Store and found these used books to add to our library.
"The Lives Of The Muses: Nine Women & the Artists They Inspired" biography by Francine Prose
"A Clockwork Orange" a novel by Anthony Burgess
"Their Eyes Were Watching God" a novel by Zora Neale Hurston
"Up In The Old Hotel And Other Stories" by Joseph Mitchell
"The Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition" by Lewis Carroll (Introduction And Notes By Martin Gardner/Original Illustrations By John Tenniel)
While I was out and about I visited the Salvation Army thrift store and Barnes & Nobles Bookstore. I found nothing to add to our book collection at these stores. I came home and had a telephone message from Carol. I called back and we talked. After talking to my wife I ate lunch and cataloged the used books I bought this morning into my LibraryThing site. So has gone by Time for me thus far today.
I will now drift into the afternoon hours. Existence keeps speeding by!
It is in the flow of this day Friday July 31. 2015 6:15 PM Eastern Standard Time. It got hot this afternoon so I shut the house up and turned on the air conditioning system to cool the cage down.
I had thus far a normal day. To be completely honest I expect something horrible to happen moment. I can never just relax and enjoy life. I am always expecting something horrible to happen. I see around me demons ready to attack me (the demons use all kinds of things to attack the saints like unconverted people and governmental powers.) All I can do is trust the Lord has His elect angels watching over me as I go through my days here on earth (guardian angels).
I have been cleaning the house this evening because my wife flies back to Michigan tomorrow. I really do not clean but mop floors and clean the main bathroom. I could spend a week cleaning this house outside and inside. But if our house was to look to middle class it would depress me. I am a nonconformist. I do not want our home to look like something in a middle class magazine. Also I am not out to impress anyone. I am waiting for the Angel of Death to fly over our house. We are covered with the blood of Lamb of God, so why flip out.
Carol has not called yet from the state of Washington. It is only 3:22 PM where she is at presently.
Today I have been mainly wandering my cage and reading my new novel by William T. Vollmann titled, “The Dying Grass: A Novel of the Nez Perce War”. I dawned me that there is a common theme in Vollmann’s series of novels titled A BOOK OF NORTH AMERICAN LANDSCAPES and that is the slaughter of the native Americans who were here (America) before the Europeans. The history of America is one of whole killing of Native Indians/stealing their land and destroying their way of life. Not only the killing of Native Americans but also African Americans. Western Europeans/Americans are a blood thirsty people/white people are killers/destroyers of man and Nature.
I do not know what I will do the rest of the evening. I am tired but it is way too early to go to bed. I suppose I will sit in silence and wait for death.
It is 9:36 PM Friday evening in the death flow. I was not going to write any more tonight, but this evening I got unexpected phone call from a someone I have known by name for years first on JournalSpace and now on Facebook. Years ago I wrote in a blog site called JournalSpace, but this blog site was destroyed by some disgruntled fired employee. Some of the people in JournalSpace are now friends on Facebook. One of them is a Christian fellow named Steve. Well to my surprise Steve called this evening to ask me some questions about how I live a Christian life outside the visible Church/don’t I get lonely? So Steve and I talked for about an hour. It was good to talk to Steve. I think a long time ago Steve called me and we talked for awhile about spiritual things.
I tend repeat myself when I explain my spiritual life so I won’t repeat myself here. It all has been said here in LiveJournal many times over the years. In summary my Christian life is a mystery to me. My Christian life is weird. I long for a Christian community of God lovers.
There was thing I did not day to brother Steve that I should have said. And that is we meaning all Christians fail. We meaning Christians fail each other. I have failed to love other Christians and they have failed to love me. There is no one to blame. We are all saved by grace and need to forgive each other our failings and seek to love one another as the world heads for destruction.
I am no longer afraid to acknowledge I am sick and need healing. The more a person approaches the light, the more he or she will experience his or her own imperfections. Teresa writes in the The Interior Castle: "Rather, let's strive to make more progress in self-knowledge. In my opinion we shall never completely know ourselves if we don't strive to know God. By gazing at His grandeur, we get in touch with our own lowliness; by looking at His purity, we shall see our own filth."
Also I do not think I mentioned to brother Steve that I do not think the present structure of a typical American evangelical church organization fosters spiritual intimacy with other God lovers. Also I think being an American makes it difficult to live in community. Americans are focused on independence/self-centered/rugged individualism not focused on community life. We live in isolated family groups or social groups like bowling teams. Americans are not wired for communities centered around a burning love for the Lord Jesus Christ.
I enjoyed talking to Steve even though I had no answers for his questions. It is lonely being a Christian in this messed up world/in American evangelicalism. All we can do is cry out to the Lord for grace to live for Him in this broken world.
 O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.
 For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
 In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also.
 The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.
 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice,
 Harden not your heart, as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness:
 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work.
 Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:
 Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest.